Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.

Pond!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Back home, on the farm...

I've made it to mid-week in the first week of school. I'm getting back in the groove, but I still need to build up my stamina -- I'm beat by the end of the day. No time to rest though.

When I get home in the late afternoon, my Frogpond public awaits: cats, dogs, horses, and cows all demand to be fed immediately. Plus there are the gardens to water, eggs to collect, geese and chickens to let out and tomatoes and squash to pick. I'm outside as the sun sets and then the full moon rises. Last night I finished my weeding by moonlight. Not a bad way to end the day.

About Me

My husband and I live in a small house by a small pond that is just past the first and smallest foothill of the mighty Sierra Nevada Mountains of California. Our nearest town has the rather large name of Copperopolis, but the town itself is also very small. During the school year I drive my small car down into the valley to teach 4th grade at – you guessed it – a smallish school. On both a grand and a personal scale, life is too short and too miraculous to be taken for granted. This chronicle of our life here at Frogpond Acres is one way for me to remain mindful and appreciative of the many not-so-small wonders and blessings that surround us.